15.09.2022

We stumbled into a sort of love that didn’t suit us,

danced naively through each others hearts like children,

and played with matches before we knew

how quickly an open flame could drown a house of cards.

In India, fire "drowns".

Suffocated by a spark we didn't know how to tame.

Someday, we will meet again

with aged hands and wrinkles

that run with the nature of love we needed to learn.

Because not even time can hide from subtle smirks,

that remember the serenity we felt

before we were strangers

tracing forever along forest floors.